sorceress. To stand at your side. Bring you to the throne.” I found my face wet. I’d not wanted to think about any of this. Jorg mumbled something, but all I caught was a name. Katherine. “Perhaps . . . she never had a name. She never saw this world.” I stopped, my throat choked with the foolishness too much drink will put in a man. I drained my cup. There’s a scribe who lives behind our eyes scribbling down an account of events for our later perusal. If you keep drinking then at some point he rolls up his scroll, wraps up his quills, and takes the night off. What remained in my cup proved
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